Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liberia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Black Pus,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.